She woke up in a bit of a funk…
Serves me right, she thought, getting so drunk…
Make-up smeared, sore head,
On the floor, not in bed…
And my cunt full of some bastard’s gunk!
Tag: morning after
Lost weekend
When she woke, and her vision had cleared,
Butt naked, and pretty much smeared
With cum, head to toe…
Not again! she thought… Woh!
Three weekends in a row… like, how weird!
Yawn
She woke next to him early next morning,
Sweat, cum-slick, wet cunt pinkly yawning…
“God! What have I done?
Well… it must have been fun…
Who’s this guy, though?” she thought, the truth dawning.
A woman’s intuition
The next morning, half naked, mind foggy,
She vaguely recalled feeling groggy.
Perhaps she’d passed out.
She’d been rooted, no doubt…
Since her panties were sticky and soggy.
Deep inside, she knew
She’d had sex with someone, she suspected,
Or vaguely, next day, recollected…
If so, was it nice?
Did she come? Once? Or twice?
She recalled, though, she hadn’t objected!
Circumstantial evidence
Well, of course, she was angry and shaken,
Hung-over, next day, to awaken,
Lips smudged, sticky, nude;
It seemed plain she’d been screwed,
Though a girl might, perhaps, be mistaken!